Horror
The Bully.
Sharp pain in my right ear woke me up. I reached for the ear in question and felt a tag on it like I was an endangered animal and they were keeping a record. My face was in a field of grass and it is dark outside; midnight, if I had to guess a time of day. Now on my feet but feeling woozy and the smell of feces is making me want to vomit. There have to be multiple cuts and bruises on me because I have pains all over my body. I step forward with my left foot and the movement triggers a field light to brighten a section of the field or forest; another field light turns on and then another in succession, 10 lights in total. The lights were arranged in a criss-cross fashion on the field, each light shone on a small barn. I was at the head of a 10-barn farm.
By Justin Shipp5 years ago in Fiction
The Rich Man and The Cauldron
“Power. I have it. 11 super cars that normal men only dream of touching. 14 casinos opening in one year. Five million dollar mansions. Women. Fame. I am as physically fit as any normal body builder. My mindset is greater than any poor fool who works every day for his small percentage of what he is owed. You are weak. I am all knowing. My pronouns are God or King. No longer a man. I am an ascended being because I have that which makes one powerful in this life. Forget what happens when I die. Forget karma or good deeds for I am all. All is I.”
By terryamerican5 years ago in Fiction
Woman in the Mist
I had been abandoned at an orphanage, years ago, that was next to a mystifying bright green light. The green light was bright enough to shine through the wooded trees to us children. This light had appeared to me as it had appeared to several of the other children at one point or another. The caretakers, and babysitters, told stories about the green light. Their stories always warned that the green light lured strangers through their temptations. It was only through their temptations that it could exist. The high amount of disappearances only lent to the story’s validity. The fact that this green light would only appear on occasion, to certain people, made the story’s fiction. The disappearances were just assumed to be lost tourists.
By Meredith Lawless5 years ago in Fiction
Bestowing Evil
This place...this place takes me away. Takes me away from the horrendous sounds of the worthless town I was brought up in. Feeling the icy wind wrap itself around my tired body as it dances around the tall whistling pines. The inky black crows dart in and out of the trees like specters, singing their songs of crepuscular as the small delicate pine siskins with their yellowish-green bodies dance between the yaupon on the forest floor.
By The Bobcat Witch5 years ago in Fiction
Millpond
“There, right there” Milli said “you see it? Don't you?” Both Milli and I are staring at her perfectly intact yellow striped wallpaper in her bedroom. Her room only had a twin sized bed, a dresser, a small window, and a few old movie posters we had taken from my job at the local theater.
By Chyanne Taylor5 years ago in Fiction
The green lights that saved my life
The Green lights that saved my life. I saw this writing prompt about green lights in a writers contest and it immediately reminded me of the night that I almost died in the woods so many years ago. I guess if I am going to share this story I should give you a little more background about how I ended up in such a situation.
By Jason Dilan5 years ago in Fiction
The Eyes Have It
It starts with a word. Two letters are not where they’re supposed to be. One blink and it’s gone. You chalk it up to a lack of caffeine, maybe too much of it, and continue on your day. Everything happens as it normally does, and you think nothing of it. In fact, maybe you imagined the whole thing.
By Taylor Callahan5 years ago in Fiction
CONFESSION
An elderly couple resided in the midst of nowhere. They had been married for 30 years and had raised two children in that house, a beautiful daughter who was now married to a businessman in a faraway place and a boy who never cared to ask how his parents were holding it all together.
By Brandsandu5 years ago in Fiction
The Men and The Pond
If a tree falls and no one is around, does it make a sound? He knew this place as well as she did, if not better. That wasn't enough because they were catching up. He was going as fast as his short legs would carry him and it's still not enough.
By Mykayla Miner5 years ago in Fiction
The Perennial Automaton
Warm sunlight reflected off the bedraggled robot as it trudged across the warped apartment rooftop, tending to their garden of raised beds and potted plants. The faded orange plating of the automaton’s carapace contrasted sharply against the verdant foliage that crowded each ramshackle bed of soil. They watered and pruned and, locating two withered ferns, deposited the plants with reverential care in the compost bin in the corner; the final resting place for the broken down organics.
By Willow J. Fields5 years ago in Fiction
